They Make 'Em Good In Gujirat

Today at the laundromat, I cut my thumb while loading the washer. Too fast, too clumsy, too much, too soon.

And not a damn band-aid in sight. I managed to finish without any bloodstains on my clothes and headed to the corner grocery store. There, the friendly neighborhood Indian store-owner not only sold me a reasonably-priced box of Chinese bandages, he even wrapped the band-aid on my thumb, itself. How cool is that ? Don't know what his name is, but I call him Gujirat - for the region of India that is his birthplace. And I wanted to say "Thank You" in Hindu/Urdu/WhatDo/Whatever.

FACTOID : Compassion is the number one export from the Indian state of Gujirat.

Tonight...

there was a too-beautiful view of the Wrigley building from the State Street bridge

there were too many Brads roaming River North hotspots

there were too many blank faces waiting for the bus

there were too many expensive cars cruising around Cabrini

there was too much hugging before slinking into limousines

there were too many shadows along the north branch

there was too much time between faces

there was music too good for the neighborhood

there were more vampires than nurses

there was a sky with no moon

there was not enough reason to kill myself.